𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔽𝕚𝕧𝕖 | ᴅɪꜱᴀʀʀᴀʏ

Ethan and Julian were acting all out of sorts once the party guests left.

They really were mad at each other that night, the night of Julian's birthday... They were avoiding each other in the living room. The whole thing made Liam highly uncomfortable, and he wasn't sure what to make of it.

Morgan hadn't left his bedroom.

Liam was smoking weed in the living room by himself. It was probably going to put him to sleep at this point, but he had basically been partying by himself the last hour or so. He was trying to keep himself entertained with all this bullshit going on around him...

"Hey, it's still not that late. Do you guys want to play something?" he offered, hoping to break the ice.

"I think I'm going to go to bed..." Ethan slurred. He had been drinking way more than he usually did, Liam noticed... Probably because he was upset.

"Aw, you're no fun," Liam complained.

"I'll play," Julian offered.

Ethan glared at Julian from their bedroom door.

"Fine, you two play then," Ethan replied, a heavy tone of resentment in his voice.

"Okay... We will. I just said we would, anyway..." Julian frowned.

Liam's eyes widened, his face blank.

Julian sat down on the floor across from Liam at the coffee table as Ethan let out an exasperated sigh and slammed the bedroom door shut behind him. The door shut so hard, Liam was pretty sure the walls of the entire house shook...

Julian was a pretty beefy guy, so it was funny seeing him struggle to cross his legs on the floor.

"Okay... So... Cards?" Liam started shuffling on the coffee table even though Julian hadn't said anything.

This was awkward.

He started dealing out for one of the games they always played -- Crazy Eights. It wasn't that much fun with only two people, but Liam had been a little drunk and now he was feeling pretty high, so... He was on autopilot.

"Hey, Liam," Julian started. This was so crazy... They were never together just the two of them. What the hell was going on? Julian also wasn't usually the one to start their conversations. "I'm sorry if this is weird for you."

"What? It's fine, couples fight. You guys are making way too big a deal about this," Liam giggled, "...Drama queens..."

Julian frowned, leaning onto his elbows. "Liam, Ethan didn't tell you why we've fighting...?"

Liam looked up over the cards in his hands at Julian, who was struggling to splay out the cards in his hand without dropping one. He finally got them evenly spaced out and ran his fingers through his hair.

His dark hair was always really cool -- the sides were shaved down but the rest of his hair was getting kind of long. He wondered how it would look as a mohawk. Liam wanted to dunk his hand in hair gel and slop it onto Julian's hair. Did people still do that? The mohawk look? Was that dead? That would be so much fun to do.

He probably shouldn't have smoked.

"...I'm so sorry. I'm really high right now -- did you say something else?"

Julian looked at him with a blank expression. "It doesn't matter."

Just when Liam was starting to feel even more awkward because of how much time was passing without either of them saying anything, Morgan's bedroom door swung open.